As the good gods made their move, the sky began to change. Today had not been particularly pleasant weather. Though there was no storm, dark clouds filled the sky and a light rain drizzled down. But now, the clouds began to disperse, and beams of golden light illuminated the heavens with incomparable brilliance, beautiful and resplendent.
Then, above the clouds flashing with golden light, an incomparably magnificent and towering gate slowly emerged.
A series of melodious bells rang out, and the magnificent metal gate slowly opened. However, it opened at an extremely slow pace, as though some force were preventing it from opening. Yet as more and more golden light gathered, the metal gate continued to open, slowly but resolutely.
Amid the ringing bells, ethereal and sacred hymns began to drift through the air. Then, two squads of Devas and one squad of Planetars emerged from the gate.
[Deva: Devas are angels who serve as messengers or agents of divine power. They are sent to the Prime Material Plane, the Shadowfell, the Feywild, and any other realm suited to their work. Tales of angels taking mortal form for years to bring hope, courage, and aid to good-hearted people speak of Devas. They can assume any form and prefer to appear before mortals as harmless humanoids or animals. At any time, a Deva can shed its disguise and return to its true form: a beautiful silver-skinned humanoid. Their hair and eyes gleam with otherworldly radiance, while a pair of enormous feathered wings spreads from their shoulders.]
``` [Planetars are the weapons of the gods they serve, the incarnate embodiment of divine authority. A Planetar can bring rain to ease a drought or summon swarms of insects to devour farmland. With their celestial ears, Planetars discern every lie; with their